"Life is an unbearable thing to live especially in old age" she, the lady less than 5 feet in height and more geriatric than Mona Lisa but surprisingly, to say, she was not older than the official independence of Africa, and even younger than the independence of the country, the country in which she, her mother- father, her 7-8 sisters, 4-5 brother and her ancestor's ancestor used to live in. But how long, that's even a mystery to historians til the date!

However, She's my grandma! The biological grandma who I despite a lot in my guts, that even I world sometimes like to do that Chinese kin losing techniques to get rid of her part in mine but, sad to say those Chinese were stupid! And to get eradicate her part I shall kill all of my cells that's equal to getting rid of myself but never saying a word in any way, seriously, why do we have to hurt someone's feelings, right?!

But...why do I hate her?! Did she use to mistreat me?! Or steal my cookies and give them to my brothers?! Or is she just despite me too?! Maybe you question me about these or even more and surely expect at least one question's answer to be affirmative but... Yours bad!

'cause, in theory, I am her favorite grandchild of all! And also her oldest grandchild that's right foremost of all and loved by most- as she calls me ' her princess ' but I just snort and turn back to doing my work- any work from Tele to mobile to just looking into blank space, bypassing her the most!

Rude!

"But why exactly?!" puzzled and outraged, Dash-Dash cried pulling his hair, but I held his hand instantly, or else he will undoubtedly go bald on his left as I commence, calming him-

"Okay okay, I will tell you everything from the beginning... The story... The story, I hate to tell, talk, or tale!"

(Hey readers,

Got it done! The little chapters that I wish to write daily! Maybe this igniting inside mine will become big and I write chapters to 1k plus words daily, ha, still a wish though!

Yours,

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